I feel like I am wilting. I am a DELICATE FREAKIN' FLOWER, DAMMIT. I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE WILTING.
Of course, it probably doesn't help my too-hot feeling that I'm drinking a glass of fairly strong blackberry wine from one of the local wineries.
Also, as a perk of the new job, my supervisor sent me home with a couple more bottles of wine today, one a reisling because she knows I like reislings, and one is a Pinot noir because I told her I'd never had a Pinot. I guess I need to brush up on my wine knowledge. Sigh. Life is so hard.
I think my hair is twice as big as it was earlier. A gal in my online seminar lives not far from me and said it was thundering there, so maybe we'll get a bit of a storm too, and maybe I can cool off!